My brother and I used to have this running joke where we'd send each other increasingly ridiculous photos of things that reminded us of our weird childhood, but after our dad's diagnosis, it feels inappropriate to be silly about family stuff. We're both trying to be mature and supportive, but we've lost the thing that actually made us feel connected as siblings.
More people experience this than they realize.
You've mistaken somberness for maturity and forgotten that laughter can be a form of love during difficult times.
“Where Are You with Conservation and environmental protection?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.